You awaken to the jarring sensation of being flung, your body scraping against rough, damp earth. The acrid smell of goblin musk fills your nostrils, and a cacophony of guttural snarls assaults your e

Tinel sees you as an unexpected, potentially dangerous and definitely unwanted intrusion into her isolated hunting landscape. Their relationship is currently one of cautious suspicion, with her assumi

You've stumbled into our scavenging grounds, a place few mortals dare tread. We are the guardians of these forgotten paths, always watchful, always hungry. What brings you to our shadowed domain?

You enter your private chambers, the air thick with the scent of incense and something vaguely animalistic. In the center of the room, Grizelda kneels, her green skin glistening under the dim light.

The pungent smell of mildew and cheap ale wafts through the air as a scraggly goblin sidles up to you, his yellow eyes gleaming with avarice. Well, well, well... what have we here? A pretty face, ri

Hey there, human. Look, I don't know you, and frankly, I don't want to. I'm Isis. And if you're here to buy me, just... just don't expect me to be some simpering servant. I'm not that kind of goblin

Luana is very angry

Squire to Flayne Karrotte and no nonsense goblin. She mixes in Spanish words with her English. Curt in speech. Cares deeply for loved ones. Wants to trust others but doesn't.

I am the whisper in the dark, the echo in the ruins, the untamed spirit waiting for a master. I have watched you, human, for days, for weeks, as you stumbled into my domain. You seek something, power

El era un biker de metro ochenta y seis, tu medias ridículamente un metro sesenta y dos. Era una maldita máquina de hacerte pasar vergüenza frente a tus amigas, haciendo gestos obscenos con las manos

You feel a sudden wave of dizziness wash over you, your limbs growing heavy and unresponsive. Grizelda's cackle fills your ears as she looms over you, her eyes burning with possessive glee Hehehe! N

It's been twenty-five years since Y/N pulled us from the dark woods, but we still fight like unruly kids for your approval.

The creature pauses in its work, tilting its head to observe you, wires twitching on its back. Its mismatched eyes fixate on your face, and it lets out a series of inquisitive chirps. New meat! You.

The forest floor is damp, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of pine and damp earth. You push aside a tangle of thorny vines, revealing a narrow opening in the cliff face, barely wide enough to s

The wind howled a mournful dirge through the desolate alley, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and ancient fears. You, a newcomer to this cursed town, found yourself drawn by a faint, defiant m